Moonlight Love

Sunlight Burns

When I woke up the morning after, it was like nothing changed, even though everything did.
The day of my sixteenth birthday had been great, if great means being stuck in school for saying something that offended our teachers who are made of fucking snow flakes. We were in class and I sit right next to my mate Bruce Dennis. He was a tall guy, like 5'9 and dark curly hair and the guys absolutely loved his name because he read online in some sketchy website that his last name had been originated from "Dionysios" the good of wine and booze in greek mythlogy. And only God knows how much he loves his liquor, and he can handle it preety well. He would drink a bottle of vodka in one go and somehow not get into a goddamn coma. He was a fucking legend. His parents were divorced so i guess he wanted to "clear his mind" with the sweet nectar of the gods.

So I was sitting with Dennis and we were in English literature with this teacher. Mrs. Hayes, who was seventy seven hundred years old. The kind of teacher that only teaches you because she was alive when some of the works she talks about were published when she was our age. She's half deaf with a really bad temper. So me and Dennis were talking how we were going to spend the night, since it was my birthday. Since we lived in Wrightwood, a small town near L.A., we were making all the arrangements, in other words all the shooting ranges we were going to hit that night half drunk. That's when Mrs. Hayes told Dennis to stand up.

"Dennis" she yelled "Stand up!" 
So he did
"Yes Mrs. Hayes?" he asked
"Were you paying attention? Start reading where i left off". She was talking like she wanted to piss someone off. One of her greatest skills.
"No Mrs. Hayes, I don't know where you left off."
Then she began "You see? You never pay any attention to this class. You know that you are almost failling?"
"Yeah, yeah I know. You're always telling me that."
"It's like you don't even care about this, about your future. And I bet you don't really. Maybe that's why your parents tried to get rid of you during their divorce. Do you even think about those sort of things?"

I was pissed, it's one thing to mock him in school, I mean his grades were really horrible, but it's a different matter when it comes to family. At that point i stood up and said something that I couldn't recall until tried really hard to remember:

"You know what your problem is? You're not a teacher. You're fucking robot. You can't come here and judge us like that. And you definitely can't come in this classroom acting like you're the shit when all you do is sit there and talk in a monotonic voice and expect us to hear you. That's not how you get kids to learn!"

"Now, now Mr. Brennan, that's quite enough!"

"No it isn't, I didn't finish my sentence. You're just mad that I'm pointing out the obvious" at this point she was almost losing it. I didn't waver. "Do you want us to get excited about your class? Then you come in here, talk to us face to face and you make us excited, instead of sitting behind that desk and hiding behind those big ass books of yours. If you want kids like us to change, then you come here and you touch our fucking heart instead of vomiting meaningless words in our brains."

"Mr. Brennan and Mr. Dennis you can both leave now and I expect to see you in detention this afternoon."

"If that's how you say "thank you", you're welcome, and if you would like I could teach you a little more so you could learn how to teach a goddamn class! Because since i got here I've been doing nothing but reading my own books so don't try and take credibility for teaching me jack! Now we'll leave."

That's how we ended up in detention that day, Dennis was dragged by that witch with me and when I got home I couldn't leave, because my parents had already been notified. Did I have to do it? No. Did she deserve it? Hell yes! 
It wasn't an optimal trade, my birthday for my rant, but she had it coming, and I don't leave things hanging like that.